#ofthefittest

It wasn't news he had really wanted to receive, then again it never was as soon as they got any word that one of their city's villains had managed to escape Arkham. It would seem to happen not once, maybe twice, or so many times that it was a wonder why they bothered or that they could not come up with a better system. Arkham was their only available option, yet it didn't do the job. It didn't keep the city's nut jobs locked away so that the citizens could be safe from as much harm as they could manage.

This was one he hadn't run into yet, but he'd heard enough and knew that it had taken a few members of their little family to take the guy down last time. Then again, at that point, he'd been working with Dr. Hurt. As far as he knew, this guy had cut all ties with him and was now going solo.

Tim wasn't sure if that was good or bad news quite yet. What he did know was that this guy's plans were something they all needed to stay as far away from as possible. The drugs that he had been developing and distributing before were sure to get back onto the streets now that he had returned to them. The risk of an "identity destroying" drug being loose for use was practically a nightmare. This was something he wanted to try to handle. Realistically he realized it would be smarter to try to rally more of their group to handle the man, but perhaps while he was on his own, it would be different.

Especially while he was fresh from escaping and possibly overconfident. There was the possibility of him making a mistake. He wouldn't go into things without notifying someone else, he wouldn't leave question there should he get in over his head and not have the possibility of being unable to have backup available. But he hoped this was something he could deal with quickly before too much product hit the streets, and too many more lives were wrecked.

Tim suited up quickly, stocking up on the weapons and gear he deemed necessary for the coming confrontation that he hoped, in a sense, was fast approaching. That would mean there wasn't much wasted time. Realistically, he was well aware things were never that easy. If it was, the GCPD could probably handle things without them and they'd be out of a job.

He kind of felt bad that his first thought was, "That would certainly be boring." And tried to amend it in his thoughts to, "That would sure be different."

It was a quiet afternoon, which Dick was glad for. He'd sustained a few injuries in his failed attempt to give Tim back up. One of the knife wounds had very narrowly escaped being serious. He would need to take it easy for a little bit, stitched up enough that he was worried that should they pop he might lose vitals. Or maybe he was exaggerating.

He came downstairs to the entertainment room with the large TV and the chairs meant for each one of the family members. The TV was already on, and there was Damian and the friend he'd made on the streets of Gotham. Good thing he'd made a lot of popcorn.

"Well, I guess this room is occupied. Mind if I join you? Or am I too old?" He grinned, setting the popcorn down between them. "This is your friend, right?"

Dick grave Damian a look, motioning his head toward Colin. They'd never been formally introduced, but he had met the boy once or twice in the field while wearing the cowl. He knew Bruce had saved this kid from the Scarecrow. He came around and then flopped into his usual seat.

“Hey Cass, are you ready to go to school? It’s seven in the morning! Can’t you at least open your eyes?” Damian spoke to her, as she was about to wake up.

Cass opened her eyes to him, and then she covered her face with a pillow. She said, “Go away… Damian. Let me sleep.” Bruce enrolled her in Gotham Academy, since Stephanie and Barbara had less time to tutor Cass. Damian was about to jump on her bed, but Cass sensed that he would do that, if she continued to sleep longer. She sighed and said, “No.”

The school bells rang and Cass felt irritated on the uniform. Short skirts? Not her favourite item of clothing. She does not like to look like a school girl. Damian shouted to her, “COME ON! WE ARE GOING TO BE LATE!” They were already on their way to the hallway. Cass honestly did not care about punctuality. It was her first day of class. Although they were in different grade levels, Damian treated her as his own classmate. She did think that Damian was more intelligent than her; academically.

After Cass had English class, she saw Steph run and jump towards her, “CASSSSSS!” Damian sighed once again and thought, “I know her… Spoiler? Batgirl? Yes, it must be her.” Cass was smiling because she has not seen one of her closest friends in months. She was in Hong Kong, when Steph stayed in Gotham. They found out that they are classmates in Physical Education every Friday. It was only Wednesday.

Look at your life, look at your choices.